Okay, okay, okay, okay, forgive me!
This is going to be a stupid chapter.
I guess...
Oh, and my two favorite songs of the moment are: "Alive" and "Showdown" by the Black Eyed Peas.
Listen to them.
Chapter 6
~Noah's Point-Of-View~
I think I'm confused in life.
I can't tell who I like. Well, I mean not too many girls here catch my eye. (or guys for that matter) But there was those two. Courtney and/or Izzy. But, it's not like a crush I have; it's something more like a interest in them. An intriguing. I don't like them like that. Like acquaintances, friends. Not girlfriend.
So back to the present tense.
Of course, I'm in science class. Of course I'm sitting in front of Izzy, next to Cody. And I think Izzy's staring at the back of my head. But I can only think...and feel it.
I turn my head to check, and sure enough, she is staring at me.
I rotate myself fully to face her.
"Izzy, why are you staring at me?" I ask.
She adverts her eyes to my desk while still writing.
"I don't know, Courtney." she tells me.
"Courtney?" I question.
"Yes, Courtney." she repeats, while still doing her classwork.
"But...my name isn't Courtney." I tell her.
She scoffs.
"But it's your girlfriend's name." she tells me in an urbane and calm way.
I knit my eyebrows together and she puts down her pencil to flex her hand.
"But...I don't go with her..." I say long and drawn out.
She then pulls her fingers back, cracks her knuckles on her left hand, then picks up her pencil to resume writing. It never occurred to me that she was left-handed.
Izzy then scoffed again, and picked up her writing speed.
"Yes, yes you do. You go with that slu – chick."
I roll my eyes.
"She's not a slut." I finish for her.
She scoffs yet again, then rolls her eyes.
"You're crazy." I tell her.
"I know." she tells me nonchalantly. She finally looks up at me and makes eye contact.
"You know Izzy, I wonder about you." I tell her.
"Eah, I know." she responds.
I knit my eyebrows together in confusion.
"I don't just get you." I tell her, but why trying to have a teasing tone to lighten up the situation.
However, she took it the wrong way.
She quirks her left eyebrow, then glares at me, leaning a bit closer to me.
"I surely hope you don't understand me. You don't want to understand. You wouldn't be able to handle understanding me. And, you will never understand me. Got that?"
Her harsh and austere words startled me. Izzy just didn't seem like she would tell anyone off. I'm left just about speechless, and in awe.
Then the bell rang.
She got up rapidly, grabbed her backpack, and then dashed out the room with her friend on her tail – leaving a blur of green and red to replace her presence of my eyes.
I sighed before I pack up to leave myself.
The next day...what adjectives could I use for the next day?
Torture, revenge, me-ruing-the-day?
In other words, Izzy hates me.
She is having nothing to do with me. No talking, no glancing, no seat-kicking. Nothing. It's as if I don't exist. But why would I care? We never got another with each other. Never. So why would that concern me? We're two opposites. Hot and Cold. Yes and No. In and Out. Up and Down. Wrong and Right. Black and White.
Well, you get the idea, I postulate?
Heck, Courtney and I would be – wait, we are – better friends than I would be with Izzy!
I had a foreboding presentiment that this class was going to start bad today...guess I was right.
Sometimes I hate when I'm right...
So, back to the issue with class.
We're working on another worksheet in class. We get to work together in groups of two. So, of course Cody and I are working together, and Izzy and Sierra are working together. I'm chewing on some Trident Layers gum as I work. Cody is sharing his earbuds with me so we can both listen to his iPod nano.
"Nod my head in misery!" Cody sings off-key as he looks for what the factor-label method is.
"Cody," I tell him, "please don't ever do that again." I plead him.
"No can do; this is one of my favorite songs by Maroon 5."
I roll my eyes at him, the blow a bubble with my gum.
"Hey, Noah, I got a question." he tells me.
Knowing that I probably have no other choice, I answer "yes".
"Did you and your girlfriend get in an argument or something?"
I gasp and almost swallow my gum, then start violently chocking. Cody pounds on my back. Everyone starts looking at my predicament.
"What?" I ask.
Some people respond, others just scoff and turn back to their work.
"Geeze." I say.
"But, anyways, what happened?" Cody asks again.
I tap on his iPod click-button to go to a new song. I settled on "Handlebars" by Flobots.
"And we go back to the question that started my whole coughing epidemic." I tell her sarcastically.
Cody rolls his eyes as he writes the answer to number five. I copy it onto my paper.
"Yeah, anyways..."
"We're not going out, Cody." I tell him.
He looks taken aback.
"Forreally? I thought that you two were going."
"First of all, don't say 'Forreally' every again. It's lame. Second, what made you think that?" I asked.
"It's just that you two flirt a little bit every day. And plus that's what everybody is saying."
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah." Cody responds.
I guess I never really paid attention...
"Hmm." I say, pondering the idea.
"See, you're thinking about it already!" he exclaims.
"She's crazy."
"Yeah, but you obviously dig that in her."
"She's a crazy nut. And when I say that –"
"You're not just talking about a tiny little peanut. You're talking about a gigantic, Brazil-sized nut-job." Cody finished for me.
"Exactly."
Then Sierra tapped on my shoulder.
"Izzy sends this message: 'I heard what you said, and I don't appreciate it.'." she told us.
"And I care about that why?" I ask.
"I'll go tell her." Sierra told me, then proceeded to tell Izzy.
She came back a few seconds later.
"Izzy says, 'Because you're a sarcastic know-it-all.'."
"Well, tell her, 'And I'm proud of it, too.'."
"Okay."
Then the bell rang, and the teacher dismissed us. Izzy walked past me and Cody, and then kicked my leg.
So much for that nothing...
Eah, I so coulda done better...
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